Monday, September 29, 2014

Most
of Celtic history is verbal not written.This leaves the Emerald Isle of the ancients open to any revelation that
our hearts, minds and souls see fit to gaze upon.As we look to the magic and mysticism of the celtic lands, we
discover that part of the magic we are drawn to might be the modern
interpretation of what the ancient Celtic lands might have been.This is a portrait by modern writers and it
is based on supposition because of the lack of written records.

Lets
take a stroll through the realm of Religion and Spirituality.Celtic spirituality has many faces.The Celts of old were obviously what would
be termed a Pagan culture.They were
pre-Christian and therefore there was really nothing else to be but what we now
call Pagan.So did they worship
multiple deities or did they simply pay homage and respect to the things of the
earth that they could see and the things of the spiritual realm that they could
not see?Did they name gods and
goddesses and put a power or an attribute to these beings?Or did they simply thank the universe for
the trees, land, streams, birds, animals and other things they needed and used
in their everyday lives?Is it possible
they were Spiritual without being Religious?This gives rise to many different religious philosophies that are in
current use today.In reality, we can
never truly know what was in their minds and hearts because they did not leave
us a written record to preserve these early days.

When you study Ireland’s spirituality, St. Patrick
is always discussed.Ireland is steeped
with tradition.St. Patrick really
helped head Ireland into modern Christianity by “Driving out the Snakes.It is a fascinating correlation because it
is believed that snakes are not indigenous to the Island of Ireland.Most scholars agree that snakes symbolize
paganism, which St. Patrick is credited for banishing from Ireland. Snakes as
symbols of evil are prevalent throughout Judeo-Christian mythology; most
notable story is that of the snake in the Garden of Eden as a tempter of
Eve.Why are snakes really not
indigenous to Ireland?The answer is
simple.There are no snakes in Ireland
because they can't get there as Ireland is surrounded by water.

St. Patrick was actually born around 373 A.D. in the British Isles near
the modern city of Dumbarton in Scotland. His real name was Maewyn Succat. He
took the name of Patrick, or Patricius, meaning "well-born" in Latin,
after he became a priest.At one point
in St. Patrick’s life he was sold into slavery and take to the island of
Ireland.There he was re-sold to yet
another slaveholder.He served his
master as a sheepherder.He was
Christian and had a lot of time alone on the slopes to think about Religion,
God and escaping Ireland.One lucky day
he did just that.He eventually
returned to Ireland to bring God to the Pagan people of this glorious
land.St. Patrick died in his beloved
Ireland on March 17th, 460 A.D.The
stone picture is said to be his final resting place.

The
Irish have been able to successfully integrate some of the ideas and
philosophies from the ancient times into their modern Christian religious
philosophies. A grand example of this is St. Patrick’s use of the Shamrock to
teach the pagan Irish about the Trinity.He explained the “Father”, “Son” and “Holy Spirit” to them utilizing the
native flower of Ireland.The three
petals represent the tree parts of one God.For the Shamrock are both one petal and three petals.Using the imagery provided by the shamrock,
St. Patrick was able to show a very visual society the possibility of one God,
Christianity.He used this example as
well as others such as the goddess Bridget and Tir na nÓg to convert the island
to Christianity in particular to Catholicism.

The
Shamrock was a sacred plant of the Druids because its leaves formed a
triad. Three was a magical and spiritual number to the ancients because
it represented: past, present, and future; and sky, earth, and underworld,
Tír na nÓg (The Land of Youth).The explanation
of the Shamrock should have made perfect sense to them, as they saw the number
3 as an integral part of their physical and magickal world.

Another
great example is when St. Patrick introduced the idea of heaven to the early
Celtics.They had tales steeped in
tradition about Tír
na nÓg (the celtic underworld or land of
youth). It was considered a pleasant place and all wanted to visit this
realm.Time stands still on Tír na nÓg.It is said to be and island to the far west
of Ireland.One never grows old or
suffers illness, flowers bloom never died in this land. No sorrow or pain, love
is eternal, no wars or famine scar this land.Can you picture St. Patrick sitting on the Hill of Tara surrounded by
the early Irish teaching them of Heaven and comparing it to Tír na nÓg?He would simply have to hold up a shamrock
and the rest is history.How easy it
must have been for them to accept this concept.There are dozens of other
examples, but we will leave those for later discussions.

Celtic Magic is something that is everywhere; it is a
gift from the almighty (whatever that may be in your particular religious or
spiritual path).For me the magic comes
from my ancestors, their lands and beliefs. Visit me at http://www.celticattic.com

We
are often told that life goes by so quickly.Each moment should be treasured and enjoyed.Each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each sunset,
cotton candy and rainbow filled wonderfully glorious months flashing through
our minds eye.Savor the moment,
breathe deep the songs of birds and the smell of popcorn and fires lit at
Sunday BBQ’s.Let me tell you a tale of
moments frozen in time, frozen in fear.Let me talk to you now, shh, don’t speak too loudly or listen too
closely as I murmur in wee breaths and fearful sounds a tale of time
passing.Of time passing like the
flapping of a dragonfly’s wing in suspended red flash time.Listen; open your ears to hear my heart
beating as I lay in silent tears.Begging, pleading for time to rush as fast as possible so the
illuminated sunlight will vanish from this beastly day and pass and turn into
the darkness.Only then can I bravely
hide my fear and loathing and hatred amongst the pillows and pungent satin bed
linens.Hide so that the person I am
cannot possibly ever know the person I have become.This transition is necessary to live inside this dream of not so
golden skies and blissfully pleasured passions, but instead in terror, shear
terror and hatred.Too afraid to speak
my own thoughts or breathe without permission.

Listen as I speak finally of a life
lived, loved and of precious moments that can never again return. Lost in a
silent few years that passed forever into the abyss of sadness.The tale is not unheard of by many.I speak of the tale of horror and domination
and of anger and sadness and of control and brutality.It is one of fear and compassion; it is of
love surrendered for the very act of surrender.It is this very act that saves the heart, mind and soul and
possibly the very life.Hear this tale
so that you might learn, remember, scream, yell and feel the indignity well up
into your veins and like a volcano, explode into your heart and then burst
through in brilliant recognition to the very mind that has tucked this all into
a corner of silence.Hear this I beg
you so that you can escape.Your
children can escape and you can find peace and serenity and love and passion
and pleasure.So that you can see the
wings of the butterfly gently moving in the breeze and you can feel your breath
upon the air.To never again have that
feeling of pain inside your soul that begs the day to end and quickly at
that.To hear only instead your heart
rejoice in saying that each moment can pass as it will according to the grand
design of the universe for you fear no more.

About Me

I am a small business owner and love what I do. It has allowed me to raise my boys and teach them about life and work and doing the best they can in whatever path they choose. Visit us at our store in Bremerton WA 408 Pacific Ave or online at celticattic.com